do elsewhere. In a room I'm not a bit afraid of them at all.' And
Mary was again allowing herself to be absorbed by that feeling of
indomitable pride, of antagonism to the pride of others, which she
herself in her cooler moments was the first to blame.

'You often say, Mary, that that sort of arrogance should be despised
and passed over without notice.'

'So it should, Trichy. I tell you that as a clergyman tells you to
hate riches. But though the clergyman tells you so, he is not the less
anxious to be rich himself.'

'I particularly wish you to be one of Augusta's bridesmaids.'

'And I particularly wish to decline the honour; which honour has not
been, and will not be, offered to me. No, Trichy. I will not be
Augusta's bridesmaid, but--but--but--'

'But what, dearest?'

'But, Trichy, when some one else is married, when the new wing has been
built to a house that you know of--'

'Now, Mary, hold your tongue, or you know you'll make me angry.'

'I do so like to see you angry. And when that time comes, when that
wedding does take place, then I will be a bridesmaid, Trichy. Yes! even
though I am not invited. Yes! though all the De Courcys in Barsetshire
should tread upon me and obliterate me. Though I should be dust among
the stars, though I should creep up in calico among their satins and